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lighter:
I went to the local Goodwill yesterday.... tues so.... 25% off for over 55yo.... I thinnk that's it. I qualify, so woo hoo.

I picked out a couple amazing old antique dolls...... just in time for Halloween.  They were like.... 2.00. Back home they'd want 20.00 or so for each, so crazy happy find.  I've been "curating" old baby dolls, painting posessed clown faces on them and adding to the Halloween porch project.  Last year DD19 and I had huge fun with it.  She dressed up from head to toe and scared people/little kids with me....... I'm not defending this. Just saying.... we DO it.  It's joyful.  Not everyone's thing, but it's OUR thing. We aren't ashamed to be THOSE PEOPLE in the hood.  We have competition, or other THOSE PEOPLE..... they're big thing is a front yard grave yard that's very well done.  We;re more interactive monsters mixed in with fake monsters.......it's a preference thing.

I also found 3 great brand new pillows, with zippers, for 2.00 each.... linen. Just lovely.  Pier One gives them a lot of things,but some high end place must do it too, bc some of the pillows they have are super special. 

Moving along.... a fly starts attacking my freshly shampooed head and shoulders IN the store... actually driving me to the check out line.  I think.... must be time to go, and that fly stopped slamming itse;f into my head and just sat on my back WHILE i got through the line. 

Part of me says... the grass is green, the sky is blue, there are bugs that enjoy the smell of your DD's shampoo and it happens everywhere.

Part of me was like..... maybe one of those dolls is haunted.  I laugh after thinking that, but.....

I get home with DD21.  We have a car full of groceries and meal plans for peach galettes, Rissoto, lovely baby arugula.... cod for a beer battered fry including mushrooms..... ham..... lots of veggies and we're cooking and putting away and doing laundry and I'm playing sous chef and we're bopping in the kitchen after finishing our lovely fried cod when I over commit to cleaning out the freezer of freezer packs and evrything stops..... a gallon bag of frozen ice slams into the big toe largest join on left foot and I hobble to the sofa reassuring DD it's not broken, BUT I
need
ice.

She cleans up a tad, but not all the way, brings me ice and we continue having a nice time in the living room when I wake up at 11:00, notice I'm alone and hobble to the bedroom.

Now, my foot wasn't hurting when I got up.

By the time I get to the bed it is friggin ON FIRE.

I elevate it in bed, trying not to moan loud enough to wake DD up.  The pug leaves my uneasy side and chooses DD21.

This goes on for an hour or so and I'm noticing....... someone COULD have a hot skewer INSIDE that join..... wiggling it around.... while applying heat to it.  I feel as though I'm being tortured and I remember I have back meds..... naproxen IN the bedroom just 8 or so feet away.

I stand up on my right foot and can't bear any weight on the left..... IT WOULD HARM ME TO HOP unsteadily on my ACL replacement knee, so I drop to the floor and notice how pointy and hard y knees are..... end up scooting on my bum bum to the bathoom where I pop up to standing on the right leg without a struggle... good for me.

I take 2 naproxen while mumbling....:The liver's going to have to take a hit" and think about the conversation with Hops on the board about "Western" meds.  I would have taken ANYTHING at that point, btw. ANYTHING. 

I hop back to the bed and elevate again.  I 'd get more ice but the idea of covering myself with renovation dust WHILE pulling that many muscles going that distance stops me....... the pain keeps bringing ice up as a good idea, over and over and over.  I on and off considered going to the ER to have them put whatever bones were snapped, and obviously jabbing into soft tissue without let up, back together, but I really didn't think it was a direct blow. Just a glancing blow.  I felt, at the time it heppened and I was icing it earlier, that the joint took a hit, would swell and be unhappy, but heal without a doc visit.  It kept me from crawling/scooting to the car.

As the pain begins peeling off in tiny layers, and I took a third Naproxen after another scooting trip to the bathroom, I can think again.......
If I had access to my medicine cabinet at home I would have take astaxanthin and had wraps and icy packs to keep the ice going. I have a crutch and access to elderly neighbors with all sorts of helpful devices..... one of those knee scooters is sounding pretty good about now.  This is another difficult layer of traveling for me, plus I forget what I have where.  Sometimes I have 5 of something in one place and zero in others, bc I can't remember everything.  It's frustrating.

I guess the pain receeded enough for sleep about 7am which meant  I slept through the contractor's time here.  He left a list of  doors and sizes we need NOW.   He's been painting the last 2 days. 

My brother's dd22 showed up with her new bf to check out hunting gear and get stuff to hunt.  She was so pleased to see all the horse trophies and horse and riding things....... tooled leather purses, etc.... and talked about it happily.  My brother wants her to have it all, but she doesn't really have a place to put it.... which is the same with all the things here. The kids will likely want a lot of it, but none have their own places to keep it.... so we keep it here or at our homes. My garage is half full of things I've carted away from here, to keep it safe, for someday when the kids are old enough to select things and take them.

I'll put it here, bc it's problematic, more problematic with the foot issues......but DD21 and I took everything out of the cabinets to replace the plastic shelf pins that are failing.... and every single falt area is covered with kitchen stuff we're going through.  So, when niece was talking about loving farm house things and she wants her home to someday be full of these things it's partiularly happy for me to have that conversation with her.  I tell her to remind her father THIS is why we aren't throwing everything into the dumpster.  THIS is why we're living in so much stuff during a renovation, which is DIFFICULT and sometimes crazy making, even for me, but it's why we're doing it. 

Niece asks where the clothes are she selected from her Grandmother's Cowgirl collection and I tell her likely in the downstairs back closet, away from all the construction dust.  She doesn't go there and check it or get it.  She wants it to always BE her for her.  She doesn't really have a place for it and I know this. 

Now, here's a habit I have from the past.... and I'm working on examining it and perhaps distancing it.....

Whatever my niece curates from here.... I worry her mother will throw it out....not bc it's stuff from our family, but bc that's the way she lives.....keep nothing from the past.... it makes room for the things she values, which is NEW stuff..... in uncluttered spaces, which has it's up side, for sure.

So....I'm going to look for an Ace bandage to add compression and get myself home and back to whatever boot, knee scooter and maybe transport wheel chair for selecting doors....though I may have to put that off for a bit or order on line and have sent to the lake house or picked up by contractor. 

Hops.... when I read your text about H Ida my foot was tormenting me for hours without a seconds relief. Just.... so very humbling and it's ironic I made comments about medications then NEEDED them, myself. 

Going to do the lean with the dolls.  Maybe I carried a curse home with one of them OR maybe the grass is green and the sky is blue and bad luck happens to everyone every once in a while. The take away, really, is to not pick up things when my hands are already full, me'thinks.

Lighter

Hopalong:
OWWW!!!

I'm so sorry, Lighter. Hope you DO go see a doc of whatever sort to get it sorted!

Well, shit. Events like this....

....have no meaning usually, imo.

They just happen. Spit happens.

Or if they're due to distraction/over-racing, whatever?
Lessons learned (in my case, repeatedly....).

Now it's just get into patience and quiet healing mode....

hugs and ... uhhh .... willow bark?

Hops

lighter:
Some days you eat the bear.  Some days the bear eats you, yup yup yup

Lighter

sKePTiKal:
Well Lighter... can I interest you in shares of Extra Strength Ben-Gay? Aspercreme with Lidocaine? Arthritis creme (which soaks in for relief a little than just sitting on the surface)?

LOLOL. This crap comes with the territory when you're constantly trying to pack more stuff into the available time and you're getting older.

Heat & ice; very light movement and lots of resting the foot.

lighter:
My Step father always said not to pick anything up if your hands weren't empty.

He was SOOOOOOOOO right, daarnit.

The doors were delivered today and I was opening door and moving fast.... when my foot/toe pinged twice with what felt like an electric shock.  Not sure what that was about,but I've had no pain since that first night of torture.

The rest of the day was kind scuffed bc youngest dd wanted to go home home home home home, then, in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen with DD21, some rich guy wants to rent our cottage at the last minute and for ONLY two nights. The minimum is 3 nights.

We agree on 2 nights at the regular price....Ithought about tacking on a smalll fee for the reduced booking,but didn't.

I send the special offer and the guy just doesn't take it. Instead, my "renter" goes and collects him from the marina and brings him to the cottage without the reservation going through. 

I get this call from the renter';s phone..... this guy Roman on the Airbnb site says his name is Harry... same as the renter's name, AND he's talking fast about having a 7K sf home in Fort Lauderdale, a place in Aspen and he says he lives in Ft Lderdale THEN says he's in a house sharing program....do I want to stay at one of his places for Christmas and I say I'm drviing intiot he mountains, he needs to accept the reservation if he wants to stay at MY place on the island before my signal goes out.  My renter isn't going to give him the keys until he hits ACCEPT.

He then wants me to come down to half the agreed price and I say it's what it is..... take it or leave it..... he says he wants to stay, for sure, will take it.

I sit for an hour on the side of the road waiting for him to figure this thing out.... he tries to get awAy with dropping price by 35.00 and], God forgive me(and dd19) it began sounding like a very good idea to have their things chucked out the door with them locked out and left to look for another place to stay.There must be many many many this time of year, honestly.... didn't feel bad about t,bc they didn't want to rent till an hour before.

After the guy said the reservationn wouldn't go though i SENT A NEW one, THEN IT SAID aiRBNB WAS WAITING FOR HIS ID TO GO THROUGH..... honestly it became something of a game to see what would go wrong next so the guy, with a big expensive boat, wouldn't have to pay for the cottage rental.... is how it felt.

Ifinally just got ont he road and the payment went through some time during the 2 hour drive.

The fact I had to stop readying to get out the door, to make that reservation...... stop driving... to deal with the bologna the guy was trying on me after he was already settling into the cottage.... all created stress an upset for the girsl and for me.....between us.

I realize...... I don't have unlimited patience. I'msure Inever did,but I have to say....... I'm a frigging Amazon Goddess to have gotten through allI have with 2 young children through high school to now. 

I also felt compassion for people like the crazy contactor, bc he has a tiny window of resilience.  Abot the time my wondow had cloed today....I realized how lucky I am every day of my life to not be the contractor.  Every single day of his life sucks, somehow, in some way, IMO.

I hope everyone this side of the pond is enjoying a nice Labor Day weekend.The weather here sure is beautiful.

Lighter

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